Siangyee is seventeen.
Anderson Secondary, Victoria Junior College
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I change the date on my homework so my teachers dont think I procrastinate

Wednesday, November 11 @ 5:01 AM



Happy Birthday J for Justus
PW's been 'a bitch' (not that much for me really) but I've seen it so often on people's pm / fb status / posts well NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE
Our group has been (NO DOUBT) the slackest group yet everything always turned out right in the end :) :) :) :) :)
enqi fits!!
POST PW CELEBRATION


A cluster of colors and twine
- 5:01 AM

@ 4:11 AM


PJ PARTY / MM





AWAITING THE DOLL MASTER
I remember screaming at every little scene non-stop esp the part when the woman crawled over


squeezing in with the scaredy cats hehehe :D

crazy fans raving over mj (my voice was hoarse at this point in time)










As the songs were playing (during the moulin rouge) I felt my heart singing along I just love this movie love love love this movie and I love it even more that there's people in the same room whom I know enjoy it as much as I do :D I felt/feel this odd sense of pride that the dvd played was mine MUAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA :D
Even till now we're singing the songs randomly every now and then (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy does my heart cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy)

I am sososoososooso awfully tempted to upload Ham's photos but later she angry sighhhhhhhhhhhh so tempting
I remember attempting to console her in which she wailed "But she died..........." before bursting into greater sobs (cant forget that scene hahhahahahha)
I really had alot of fun its even better than a chalet ;D


A cluster of colors and twine
- 4:11 AM

where cabbages are $16

Friday, November 6 @ 3:39 AM











they can be really silly-ly cute sometimes :D






DISCOVERY OF 9 CENTS CHEESE



OMG ITS A 9 CENTS CHEESE




All excited about paying for the 9cents cheese



(tou-xiao) while attempting to look serious




final attempt
CHEESE





to lyn: edited for your sake (ok and mine HAHHAHA)



A cluster of colors and twine
- 3:39 AM


Monday, November 2 @ 3:07 AM


大家好, 华文A水准结束了!!!
昨晚: 惋惜, 伤心, 不舍<-我想到这里就想笑
我喜欢和你坐在一起谈天说地 :)

I will not comment about Chinese lest bad karma strikes again.............

Masquerade party was fun
I met up with Rudderbucks last week hehehe / my phone ran out of batt but thankfully Ivan was late / all of us shared lovers' passion (?) / they didnt want to eat dinner at the rooftop / the pigs wanted to eat free bread / butter with cake = interesting taste / we sat at the playground for awhile and got jm's contacts out / I will invite you all to my wedding / i really enjoy your company hehehehe PRI SCH FRIENDS FOREVER

I thought about the constructions worker (coughivancough) and that made me cancel my last post because I feel that I have been very ungrateful about my life and I should not question it because I am already so blessed and I have much more to live for so I shall cancel that question for now I feel that I dont have the right to ask that yet


Masquerade party was fun as well (actually only the first part)



A line that makes me smile: ".. got so many things to tell (you)" :D :D :D

TO BE EDITED


A cluster of colors and twine
- 3:07 AM


Wednesday, October 28 @ 8:49 AM


*** A VERY MEANINGFUL LINE ***
maybe there's no such thing as 'sad', maybe 'sad' is just not as happy as happy


A cluster of colors and twine
- 8:49 AM

@ 5:39 AM


Life is almost meaningless, really.
I'm not actually depressed or whatever, I'm just... starting to really think so.
It's so strange since I used to be the one answering such questions, convincing others that life has a meaning and all and...
Well maybe I've forgotten the answers. (I feel conscious writing this. I feel this need to repeat that I am not feeling down) Life is a monotony, almost.

It's just, it's always tests after tests, and days fly by without us actually doing anything. Do you even remember what you did today? Yesterday? Yes we do remember moments every now and then but I think it's sad how I only 1/10 of my time is significant, I dont even know what I do with the rest of my time.
Goals after goals. We work so hard just to achieve that brief moment of euphoria, elation, achievement.
What is the meaning of life. I dont know, honestly. I know I feel happy at times and I feel sad at times and if I do not have life I would not experience these but... so?

This has been a thought lingering on my mind for quite some time now, I think it's the book.
Despite the fact that it ended positively it's still the front bits that's stuck with me.

(if I had lj i would put these under cut) (but I have already solemnly promised myself never to change this url ever again so blogger will stick)

*** A SMALL EXCERPT FROM ***
VERONIKA DECIDES TO DIE (I'm learning from Death hehe)

She believed herself to be completely normal. Two very simple reasons lay
behind her decision to die, and she was sure that, were she to leave a note
explaining, many people would agree with her.
The first reason: Everything
in her life was the same and, once her youth was gone, it would be downhill all
the way, with old age beginning to leave irreversible marks, the onset of
illnesses, the departure of friends. She would gain nothing by continuing to
live; indeed, the likelihood of suffering would only increase.
The second
reason was more philosophical: Veronika read the newspapers, watched TV, and she
was aware of what was going on in the world. Everything was wrong, and she had
no means of putting things right -- that gave her a sense of complete
powerlessness.

/

One day I’ll get tired of hearing her
constantly repeating the same things, and to please her I’ll marry a man whom I
oblige myself to love. He and I will end up finding a way of dreaming of a
future together: a house in the country, children, our children’s future. We’ll
make love often in the first year, less in the second, and after the third year,
people perhaps think about sex only once every two weeks and transform that
thought into action only once a month. Even worse, we’ll barely talk. I’ll force
myself to accept the situation, and I’ll wonder what’s wrong with me, because he
no longer takes any interest in me, ignores me, and does nothing but talk about
his friends as if they were his real world.

When the marriage is just
about to fall apart, I’ll get pregnant. We’ll have a child, feel closer to each
other for a while, and then the situation will go back to what it was before.

I’ll begin to put on weight like the aunt that nurse was talking about
yesterday-or was it days ago? I don’t really know. And I’ll start to go on
diets, systematically defeated each day, each week, by the weight that keeps
creeping up regardless of the controls I put on it. At that point I’ll take
those magic pills that stop you from feeling depressed; then I’ll have a few
more children, conceived during nights of love that pass all too quickly. I’ll
tell everyone that the children are my reason for living, when in reality my
life is their reason for living.

People will always consider us a happy
couple, and no one will know how much solitude, bitterness, and resignation lies
beneath the surface happiness.

Until one day, when my husband takes a
lover for the first time, and I will perhaps kick up a fuss like the nurse’s
aunt or think again of killing myself. By then, though, I’ll be too old and
cowardly, with two or three children who need my help, and I’ll have to bring
them up and help them find a place in the world before I can just abandon
everything. I won’t commit suicide: I’ll make a scene; I’ll threaten to leave
and take the children with me. Like all men, my husband will back down; he’ll
tell me he loves me and that it won’t happen again. It won’t ever occur to him
that, if I really did decide to leave, my only option would be to go back to my
parents’ house and stay there for the rest of my life, forced to listen to my
mother going on and on all day about how I lost my one opportunity for being
happy, that he was a wonderful husband despite his peccadilloes, that my
children will be traumatized by the separation

Two or three years later,
another woman will appear in his life. I’ll find out-because I saw them or
because someone told me-but this time I’ll pretend I don’t know. I used up all
my energy fighting against that other lover; I’ve no energy left; it’s best to
accept life as it really is and not as I imagined it to be. My mother was right.

He will continue being a considerate husband; I will continue working at
the library eating my sandwiches in the square opposite the theater, reading
books I never quite manage to finish, watching television programs that are the
same as they were ten, twenty, fifty years ago.

Except that I’ll eat my
sandwiches with a sense of guilt because I’m getting fatter; and I won’t go to
bars anymore because I have a husband expecting me to come home and look after
the children.

After that it’s a matter of waiting for the children to
grow up and of spending all day thinking about suicide, without the courage to
do anything about it. One fine day I’ll reach the conclusion that that’s what
life is like: There’s no point worrying about it; nothing will change. And I’ll
accept it.
/



There's another bit which I cant find, but this will do. It's just... it's so matter of fact I cant deny that it's quite true, to some extent. I feel like our lives are so dictated.

*** A SMALL STATEMENT ***
I am not feeling down in any way. I am going to study for chinese!!




A cluster of colors and twine
- 5:39 AM

schweigen

Monday, October 26 @ 7:57 PM


'You say they create their own reality,' said Veronika, 'but what is reality?'
'It's what the majority deems it to be. It's not necessarily the best or the most logical, but it's the one that has become adapted to the desires of society as a whole. You see this thing i've got round my neck?'

'You mean your tie?'

'Exactly. Your answer is the logical, coherent answer an absolutely normal person would give: it's a tie! A madman, however, would say that what I have round my neck is a ridiculous, useless bit of coloured cloth tied in a very complicated way, and which makes it harder to get air into your lungs and difficult to turn your neck. I have to be careful when I'm anywhere near a fan, or I could be strangled by this bit of cloth.

If a mad person were to ask me what this tie is for, I would have to say, absolutely nothing. It's not even purely decorative, since nowadays it's become a symbol of slavery, power, aloofness. The only really useful function a tie serves is the sense of relief when you get home and take it off; you feel as if you've freed yourself from something, though quite what you don't know.

'But does that sense of relief justify the existence of ties? No. Nevertheless, if I were to ask a madman and a normal person what this is, the sane person would say: a tie. It doesn't matter who's correct, what matters is who's right.'
-Veronika Decides To Die


I finished The Book Thief and I felt really depressed at the end. When I have time I will go read more about the Fuhrer.
I hope everyone will be happy(er) :)


A cluster of colors and twine
- 7:57 PM


Friday, October 23 @ 5:57 AM


Hi how's life
What I remember doing with my life:
Watching The Office. Everyday.
Went to the place very near school for the first time!! HEHE exciting
Watched

Ate the nice dessert (nice until I found out what the white things were) at crystal jade
Wanted to eat honey but I was stopped :@ :@ :@
Went running with Sal Jo Chels and sat at the breakwaters and watched a fish die....................
Went museum with Andrea Chels Cindy and I learnt how pickpockets pickpocket

I am tireeeeeeeeeeeeeed but happy :)


A cluster of colors and twine
- 5:57 AM

MY LIPS ARE SEALED

Monday, October 19 @ 11:50 AM


:)


A cluster of colors and twine
- 11:50 AM